Is that all souls are for? For when we die?” “No. They’re for living, too.
This wasn’t a person, Zuzana thought, this was greed wearing skin.
Be an unstoppable force. Write with an imaginary machete strapped to your thigh. This is not wishy-washy, polite, drinking-tea-with-your-pinkie-sticking-out stuff. It’s who you want to be, your most powerful self. Write your books. Finish them,...
It’s not like there’s a law against flying.””Yes there is. The law of gravity.
You’ve got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.
Be a Samurai.Because you just never know what’s behind the freaking sky.
What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams?
What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?